'Bleach-blonde Smoking'; Gouache & Acrylic on Panel; 9.25x7x1.25”; 2012.
I started chasing girls, literally, by first or second grade. I would chase a small flock of girls around the playground, until they tired of my nonsense. At which point, one of them would turn around and kick me in the nuts. (I’m no doubt sterile, but comfortable with it.) I was a diva- often late for the bus, because I’d spent too much time mousseing my hair and picking out the perfect outfit. (I essentially rolled into school looking like a miniature, white, Fresh Prince of Bel Aire.) Mom once caught me doing my thing in the bathroom and said “You’re going to be a very pretty man.”
'Starship'; Acrylic on Panel; 8.5x11x1”; 2013.
This is actually what I see most of the time.
Actually, Shón-ka-ki-he-ga, Horse Chief, Grand Pawnee Head Chief, as painted by George Catlin, in 1832.
There’s art that looks nice above your couch and then there’s art that makes you uncomfortable. The former may help you relax, but only the latter has the potential to teach you something about yourself.
Detail of Tapestry-woven Silk Sarong; Burma
It’s always exciting to stumble upon an old hair repair. Just look at those durable Persian follicles.
Detail of Silk Embroidery on Cotton; Suzani; Uzbekistan.
Detail of Silk Hook-embroidery on Silk; Gujarat, India. Dress yardage.
Detail of Cotton Embroidered Blanket; Uzbekistan
Detail of Ikat-dyed Hang Krarok (Squirrel’s Tail) Silk Sarong; Thailand
No one heard dad say a word until he was two years old. Grandma walked out into the back yard and found him in the sandbox, singing Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire”.